Now I’ll record my secret vision, impossible sight of the face of God:
It was no dream, I lay broad waking on a fabulous couch in Harlem
having masturbated for no love, and read half naked an open book of Blake
on my lap
Lo & behold! I was thoughtless and turned a page and gazed on the living
Sun-flower
and heard a voice, it was Blake’s, reciting in earthen measure:
the voice rose out of the page to my secret ear never heard before-
I lifted my eyes to the window, red walls of buildings flashed outside,
endless sky sad Eternity
sunlight gazing on the world, apartments of Harlem standing in the
universe–
each brick and cornice stained with intelligence like a vast living face–
the great brain unfolding and brooding in wilderness!–Now speaking
aloud with Blake’s voice–
Love! thou patient presence & bone of the body! Father! thy careful
watching and waiting over my soul!
My son! My son! the endless ages have remembered me! My son! My son!
Time howled in anguish in my ear!
My son! My son! my father wept and held me in his dead arms.
1960
(Allen Ginsberg)
More Poetry from Allen Ginsberg:
Allen Ginsberg Poems based on Topics: World, Time, Love, God, Dreams, Fathers, Soul, Imagination & Visualization, Body, Sadness, Faces- Death & Fame (Allen Ginsberg Poems)
- Wales Visitation (Allen Ginsberg Poems)
- To Aunt Rose (Allen Ginsberg Poems)
- Understand That This Is A Dream (Allen Ginsberg Poems)
- My Sad Self (Allen Ginsberg Poems)
- Transcriptio (Allen Ginsberg Poems)
Readers Who Like This Poem Also Like:
Based on Topics: Love Poems, God Poems, World Poems, Sadness Poems, Time Poems, Soul Poems, Faces Poems, Dreams Poems, Sons Poems, Fathers Poems, Body PoemsBased on Keywords: thoughtless, flashed, earthen, howled, fabulous, reciting, cornice, harlem, intelligence, apartments, blake